1. As is your custom, the doves coo atop their nesting place,
And the abode of passion protects the loved ones, grazing their flock.

2. I say, and the darkness of writing is a veil to its veils,
It watered the remnants of the abode where you reside,

3. Your whispers and the passing of a summer rain and springtime,
In your abode is what remains in me of the affliction of longing and love,

4. And what remains in it of the desolation of separation and wishing,
I will water its traces with my tears if it is watered,

5. And your tents which are in the twisting valleys,
Wear down without being worn down by the winds.

6. Oppression does not turn me from the path of submission,
Though I am like a dove among aggressive birds.

7. But loyalty whose blossom is not yet ripe
And if the slanderers had not provoked me, their provocation would have provoked me.

8. Doves are leaves in the homeland and their descent,
Calls reminding an intimate friend of passion,

9. The time of closeness before the appearance of determination,
And the good nights at al-Lawwā fragrant with basil,

10. Crying out so whoever had passion cried out,
Laments for which no tears were shed.

11. Whenever a breeze blows from the side of al-Ḥimā,
I say and my longings increase in their pleading,

12. Perhaps a homeland will come near them and perhaps,
And yet the flow of my tears increases whenever,

13. I remember you alone while empty, O swift night.
If only a day from you, O night, would return,

14. In my life or the prime of my youth before it was spent,
And my soul had played the tunes of estrangement and abandonment,

15. I will console myself from you as it consoled
From the distant, frightening land, a fleeing beast.

16. Does the critic hope for true devotion from love?
While my heart disobeys when I appease it with sorrow,

17. And if what was in me were pebbles, the pebbles would be scattered,
To God I complain of an intention that split the stick,

18. It is today diverse and yesterday altogether.

19. Laila obeyed the lie of slander,
And avoiding sympathy is not like avoiding censure,

20. So what a time of much upheaval!
An era has passed and people seek intercession through me,

21. So do I have, in the morning, an intercessor to Laila?
Will she not show a glimpse of kindness from her lofty fangs

22. And the return of a time like the crescent that disappears?
For your life, weakened are the kidneys from what they say,

23. Wanting, O night, the return of our ancient days,
To the abandoned abode, is there a return?

24. My reproacher, I have no gift for you and no wealth,
I was saddened that I thought of you,

25. Leave me be, for my blaming is misguidance from your misguidance,
By your life, I am on a day of bitter poverty,

26. Disobedient to the command of reproachers, a squanderer.
Mention her, make me love her by mentioning her,

27. And overlook her sin, for love erases excuses,
So I remained in my state, my loyalty and her betrayal,

28. When the reproachers commanded me to shun her,
A liver wandered from what they say, exhausted.

29. Laila's acceptance and reproach increases my passion,
And the nearness of her intention if she refuses and her closeness,

30. Nor did the truthfulness of messages and their lies dissuade me,
And how can I obey the reproachers and their love